S-Series Characters
T-Toys
B-Bondage
D-Domination
SM-Sadomasochism
YA-Yaoi
OR-Oral
HUM-Humiliation
TORT-Torture
SPNK-Spankings
Mercy has it's benefits. Sa'luk was quickly realizing. On the other side of his tent a figure lay in a restless sleep. The young mans upper arm was heavily bandaged and smelled of an herbal numbing agent. His chest rose and fell steadily, showing that he hadn't contracted a fever from the wound. Sa'luk was not by nature a considerate human being, but the boy was necessary to him for now. Letting him get sick would narrow his chances of maintaining control over Cassim.
Sa'luk opened the tent flap and looked out into the cave area. Some of the thieves merely made their beds in little nooks and crannies, seeking out small caves or tunnels like rats burrowing down to hide. Sa'luk on the other hand maintained, even now, a position as the King of Thieves right hand man. After all this was a raiding group, not a social club. Like or dislike hardly mattered as long as everyone got their fair share of the loot. His standing in the group meant whatever he declared his was his, and he had little need of hiding it in some dark safe place.
Enough of a standing to keep even the King of Thieves at bay. He grinned as he saw Cassim over by one of the fire pits, watching him. The handsome older man made no attempts to hide his anger at Sa'luk. He knew no matter what went on he could do little to stop it, the boy was the muscular man's property now. But that didn't lull Sa'luk into a false sense of security. Slave or no, if Aladdin didn't rise from that soon, Cassim would have his head for it.
Ah but you made an agreement Cassim. Sa'luk grinned. The Challenge was completed, I could have taken your boys life on the cliff, but I didn't. Code of the Forty Thieves aside, sympathies would go with Cassim if his son were killed. Sa'luk would loose standing in the eyes of the hoard and loose all chance of taking over as leader. Keeping young Aladdin alive however… If one can't be the king, becoming the power behind the throne is the next best thing.
Cassim narrowed his eyes at Sa'luk and slowly smoked on the end of a hookah pipe. The man was seething behind those deep brows and square features.
Sa'luk took great joy in that sight. A moan from behind him caught his attention and he dropped the tent flap, gazing back at Aladdin. The boys eyes fluttered open and landed on the tall man. "Huh…you!" he tried to leap up but made the mistake of putting pressure on his injured arm. He came down with a thud and gasped in pain. He grasped about for his knife and grit his teeth when he found it missing. "What did you do with my blade?" he snapped directly.
"Shut your mouth slave." Sa'luk backhanded him across the jaw, sending Aladdin head over heels. "You'll speak when your spoke too and not a moment before." Aladdin opened his mouth to snap and the hand came down again, gripping his bandaging in a fierce clutch. The yell turned to a scream and Sa'luk slapped the other hand over his mouth. Cassim would surely come running, sword in hand, if he heard a scream. "Quiet …quite!" he ordered against the struggling street rat. Aladdin kicked his stomach with such force the man nearly let go. Instead and coughed and dug his fingers into Aladdin's jaw. "I said be quiet and stop your kicking. You won't be going anywhere for a very long time boy."
Aladdin's winced as he heard Sa'luk's knuckles crack with the pressure on his jaw. He stopped, waiting until Sa'luk took his hand off his mouth, and spat defiantly into the jutting jaw. "Get your hands off me!" he yelled and Sa'luk twisted his arm back. The pain of the deep gashes being pulled and then broken made him dizzy. Sa'luk put his foot in the boys back and slammed him face first into the pillows to muffle his screams. He finally dropped the arm, after the pain wracked voice had shortened into gasps and wrenched Aladdin's face from the pillows.
Aladdin's eyes were unfocused and hazy. Sa'luk rolled his eyes and slapped the boy a few times to get him to come around. "Come on weakling, this is going to be pointless if your not awake for it." He said.
"What are you talking about?" Aladdin retorted. The loss of blood and pain as making it difficult to stay alert. "What happened?"
Sa'luk slapped him again. "I said no talking slave." He barked. "You're here to serve me for as long as your useful, and that's all you need to be worried about."
"I am not your…oomph!" Aladdin's head reeled as he went sprawling back against Sa'luk's make shift bed, a kind of wooden military cot covered in animal skins, stolen pillows and a stuffed mattress. His arms were tightly pulled up behind him and tied together at the wrists, then at the elbows before he could even yell in protest. The ropes pressed against the sliced injury. Any movement only felt like he was tearing skin.
"I was going to be easy on you street rat…but it looks, like your father, your too stubborn to take a hint." Sa'luk chuckled and forced Aladdin's hand down. "So I'll just have to do this the hard way." He growled out and shoved Aladdin into the support post, lashing his bound arms to it. Aladdin struggled within the larger mans grip, trying valiantly to release himself. But Sa'luk had plans in store for the young man.
Ever since he'd become a member of the infamous Forty Thieves, Sa'luk had used his position to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was young men. These were cutthroats and mercenaries, murderers and thieves, what did they care if one of their number sometimes liked to take a handsome young nobleman or pretty slave aside for an hour or so of fun while they stripped the caravan?
And what better treat than to have his rival's son at his mercy? Sa'luk grinned and opened a large chest at the end of his bed. Usually he had to confine his bed play to whomever caught his eye on a robbery, but now… "Patience slave." He said as Aladdin tried to twist his arms from the binding. He withdrew a strangely shaped object from the chest, letting it gleam in the candle light for a moment and smiling maliciously.
Aladdin protested loudly as Sa'luk began to slam the object into his jaw. "Get away from me you ass!" he bit down and jerked his head away. "Where is my father?" he demanded.
"Probably still waiting outside, eager to see if your well." Sa'luk grabbed his jaw with a snapping grip and forced the metal bars into Aladdin's mouth and spreading them. A quick click told him that they had locked in place and he jerked the belt tight around Aladdin's head. "Maybe this will quiet your tongue for a moment. He backed up to view his handiwork. Aladdin's eyes were in shock and he tossed his head like a dog trying to be rid of the device. Once in, the metal bars spread into his cheek and locked his jaw open wide. He made a noise deep in his throat, but it hardly mattered. All that managed to come out was a strangled holler.
"Much better. Not quite so noisy now eh?" he chuckled and smacked Aladdin's head back. The street rat made a "grrrech!" sound and blinked till he could focus again. Sa'luk gave a laugh the rumbled in his chest and went back to the chest. "I've got big plans in store for you boy." He ran his thumb over Aladdin's lower lip and seemed amused by the defiant look of loathing he received. "You know what's going to happen to you, don't you street rat?"
He didn't need to ask, the look of panic was hidden in those honey brown eyes. Of course he found it hard to believe such a pretty boy might be a virgin. Not after 17 some odd years on the streets. But Aladdin was a clever kid. Maybe he'd avoided slavers, pimps, and hungry eyed noblemen. Avoidance or not, all that was going to do him little good here. But the thought of breaking Aladdin's virginity aroused him to no end.
Aladdin started to try and kick out again, but Sa'luk was ready for him. He caught Aladdin's legs and held them in his big, heavy hands. Aladdin grunted as the bigger man groped about his claves and felt up to his thighs as though testing a swath of silk. Aladdin jerked and kneed in his throat as Sa'luk reached his pelvis. Sa'luk thumbed at the roundness under Aladdin's pants, as if determining it's use to him. Aladdin shook his head and clamped his teeth painfully onto the metal.
"You like that hum?" Sa'luk mocked his and snapped the belt off Aladdin's belt, tossing it into a corner. Aladdin's pants went loose around his waist and he gasped in horror as Sa'luk tore the trousers from his young, healthy body. He tossed and turned, trying with increasing desperation to get away. His tongue clicked uncomfortably on the bit in his mouth. "You'll learn to soon enough."
Sa'luk gazed down between Aladdin's spread thighs. So Cassim's son wasn't as young as he looked. There was a man's growth between his legs, even limp as it was now. Sa'luk chuckled and fingered it for a moment, looking it up and down curiously. "Looks like your about the right size." He took another difficult contraption out from the chest and undid the clasps. Aladdin's face went beet red as the gray shaded man began to stroke his cock into erection.
"Nnuu nuuuuuuuuu!" Aladdin tried to argue as Sa'luk rolled his eyes. Obviously his task was not being preformed in any sort of concern for Aladdin's pleasure. He was going to do something that required the street rat to be hard. "Nugh!" Aladdin forced out and Sa'luk spat onto his hand and slipped the wetness all over Aladdin's manhood. Aladdin's cheeks turned furious as his manhood responded, slowly engorging with blood and pulsing in Sa'luk's fingers.
"There we are." Sa'luk said and took out the leather restraint. He snapped it quickly around Aladdin's testicals and drew the joining strap up tights to bind them along the under side. The second clasp he did around the base of Aladdin's shaft, cutting off the ability to orgasm. "Now you're starting to look like a proper bed slave."
"Eyg nughns edave." Aladdin shrieked and Sa'luk brought his fist in full contact with Aladdin's cheek. The metal bars rattled in his mouth and made his teeth sting.
"You know it's going to be a lot harder on you if you don't keep your thoughts to yourself." Sa'luk growled out and wrenched Aladdin's hair back. Again he found a way to restrain Cassim's boy. He snapped a collar around Aladdin's neck and locked it to the post as well, keeping his head upright. "Nice. I wouldn't have to use so much restraints if you'd cooperate."
Aladdin threw him a hateful glare. But those eyes turned from hateful to terror as Sa'luk undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Aladdin went mad, he jerked in the ties, trying with all his might to break free from them. But the gray skinned man only chuckled with a cruel air and finished undressing himself.
Surely Cassim could hear the boys struggles. It must be driving the man insane to hear his only son behind closed walls, with his nemesis doing whatever he wished to the tender, muscular flesh. With a cruel grin Sa'luk took from his beside table the golden claws he wore around his knuckles. He let them flash in the candle light, twitching the shine across Aladdin's face as the young man shivered.
"All good slaves carry the mark of their master." Sa'luk said and touched the cold metal to the inside of Aladdin's thigh.
"Hnnnuuuuurk!" Aladdin had no way to stop his scream but to choke on it. Sa'luk clawed his way down from top to bottom. Blood trickled down in lines, dropping onto the hay covered floor. Aladdin shook and twisted in pain as Sa'luk pushed in deep enough to cause permanent scars. Marks on his property. They were just deep enough to make permanent scars.
"Your mine now boy." Sa'luk said quietly, thumbing over the raw flesh. "Now lets see if your worth the trouble of keeping alive." He reached back around to Aladdin's crest, running his thick fingers over the line and probing into the tight little entry. Aladdin screeched into the metal, his eyes squeezed shut when Sa'luk rammed his finger in past the little opening and up to the knuckle. He began to thrash, trying to move away, but the bonds held tight and forced his body to remain open as the vicious thief toyed with him.
"Nuuuygh! Nyyyuuuuuuuuuuh!" Aladdin protested as Sa'luk chuckled, grinding her hand against the tightness. He threw his head back and wailed, his voice muffled and pain filled.
"You like that don't you, you little bastard?" Sa'luk said and began to pump his digit in and out. Aladdin's thighs shivered as another finger rammed it's way into his virginity, forcing him to be pulled further. "Well what are you going to think when my whole hand is rammed into your tight little cheeks, eh?"
Aladdin's eyes shot open in fear. Even just two fingers was painful. Sa'luk's hands were large and meaty, pressing inside him while his body fumbled to resist. "Schop! Schop!" He tried to yell as Sa'luk continued to pump the hot tempered youth. Aladdin tossed his head from side to side, the dry opening twisting painfully.
"Now…" Said Sa'luk in a deep, gravely voice laced with lust. "Are you going to behave like a good street rat…or do I have to invite a few friends over?" He grasped the cock restraint and toyed with it, tightening the hold as Aladdin shook his head in a yes. He would behave. "Good. Very good." He took hold of the collar and let Aladdin settle to the ground on all fours.
Aladdin clamped down hard on the metal in his mouth as Sa'luk slipped his trousers off his hips and pulled out his length. Aladdin tried to scurry back, but the leash only let him get so far. "Now you promised top be good my little slave." Sa'luk grinned apathetically and began to stroke the thick shaft, bringing it around to half it's size before pressing the thick, swollen head into Aladdin's open mouth.
The street rat balked at the salty taste, the scent of manhood hitting his nostrils. He whimpered and Sa'luk frowned, unhappy with how this was going. He grabbed a thick handful of Aladdin's hair and rammed his cock in with no resistance. The metal kept his toys mouth from biting of scraping his teeth. It was a wet, warm shaft for his cock to enjoy. Aladdin closed his eyes and felt the demanding press of Sa'luk on his tongue.
"Come on now boy…show me a little talent." The gray man barked and pressed a little further in. Aladdin gasped, not knowing what he meant. Sa'luk rolled his eyes. "Use your tongue!" he said impatiently. "Damn but at least a woman would know what to do." He was in a foul mood, irritated at Aladdin's inexperience, but intrigued at the possibility of training him.
Aladdin felt tears squeeze from his eyes. What did the big brute expect? He didn't know what to do! He woke up, arm bloody and bandaged, body aching from the fight only to be thrown into this sexual abuse. And Sa'luk expected him to have some kind of knowledge of how to please him! He was at a loss. Why didn't Cassim come in and do something? Why didn't somebody stop this? Why didn't his father save him?
The answer was simple. Aladdin had lost the fight. Sa'luk could say it was mercy that let him allow the youth to live. But not a thief or cutthroat there actually believed it. It was hardly merciful to leave Aladdin in Sa'luk's clutches. Technically, Cassim could step in at any time, save his boy from the ruthless penetration of his body. But he would loose face as a leader among his men. It was hard, nearly impossible to keep his position. Most of them already saw their King as too soft hearted. He often held back during raids, allowing people to go free when they'd bring a better profit as slaves.
Besides the code of the forty thieves was crystal clear. If your strong enough to take it from everybody else, who's to dispute the claim?
Aladdin felt the thickness push up against the roof of his mouth. Sa'luk was at full erection now, sliding his girth manhood in and out of the poor man's mouth. He grunted roughly, bobbing Aladdin's head up and down with increasing quickness. The oral device he'd put in served a purpose, keeping the victims mouth wide and ready, but did little for friction or the warm embrace of soft lips around his cock.
Sa'luk grabbed hold of the pin and slid it out of place, letting Aladdin's mouth close around his flesh. He took off the head strap and made Aladdin take him in another inch or two, groaning heavily at the sweet sensation. "Now listen up street rat." He said in a warning voice. "Your going to suck my manhood nice and hard until I tell you to stop. And if you decide to bite down or get any stupid ideas like that…I'm going to pull out your teeth one by one and wear them as a necklace." He grazed the dull side of his claws against Aladdin's cheek. "Understand."
Aladdin's eyes were wide and frightened, his cheek full with Sa'luk's thickness. He could feel the tears spreading down his cheek but knew it hardly mattered. He nodded, sliding his tongue along the length as best he could, tasting the hot skin. His master smiled wickedly and began to pump his hips into the sensation, letting his bald head roll back pleasurably.
Sa'luk wasn't particularly long, but his girth was what made his cock so difficult to handle. He had to be at least two inches thick, possibly a little over that now that he was fully erect. He bucked in and out of Aladdin's wet, firm lips, passionate now that he was getting the full attention he felt he deserved. "That's it…use your pretty little tongue."
Aladdin whimpered, his jaw aching from muscle strain as he made an effort to slip his tongue around. Please…let it end soon. Just let him finish so I can stop… Aladdin pleaded silently. His whole body ached from his position. His injury burned like fire and his little pink star was starting to feel sore from Sa'luk's thick fingers bruising it.
It came sooner than he though. Sa'luk suddenly grabbed his head with cruel force and rammed him down atop his cock, forcing the length against his uvula. Aladdin felt his gag reflex turn and choked back. But Sa'luk didn't relent, he came inside Aladdin's mouth with a nasty, guttural grunt, his seed spilling into the young man's lips. He jerked out, stroking his cock as Aladdin's cheek swelled like he was going to spit or vomit.
"Oh no your don't." Sa'luk chastised and slapped a hand over his slaves mouth. "Swallow it down. Like your dying of thirst." He insisted and grabbed Aladdin's neck, massaging it in an almost gentle way. "There we are…drink it down."
Aladdin made a pathetic sound in his throat as the liquid mess slipped down. He nearly gagged on it but finally submitted and swallowed, his mouth feeling used afterwards. "Guuurgh…" he winced and fell back on his rump, clutching his stomach as if sick.
"Oh come on now you melodramatic fluff." Sa'luk mocked. "It can't be all that bad." He stroked his thickness again, waiting as Aladdin shivered on the ground. "Get on the bed slave." He said, looking down at the healthy, strong body. He had spent enough time with the foreplay. He was ready to spread those dark thighs and plant himself firmly in Aladdin's tightness.
"Wha…" Aladdin felt his body stiffen. "No. No way in hell! Father!"
Sa'luk landed a punch right in his stomach. "Keep your mouth shut you fool." He growled in a low voice and grabbed Aladdin by the thigh, flinging him onto the pile of furs and pillows that served as a bed. The smell of them was strong and musky. It was unlikely Sa'luk had aired them in a long time. But that wasn't what Aladdin was paying attention to. "Your afraid of him." He coughed out, gasping for breath and doubling over in pain.
"What did you say to me?" Sa'luk snarled, his fists clench as he imagined Aladdin's neck in his fingers. "What did you say you bastard?"
"Your afraid of my father. Of Cassim." Aladdin said with a smug realization. "I don't know what you did to get me in here, but you defiantly don't want me calling for him to come and help."
Sa'luk's eyes widened for a moment. The little brat was smarter than he figured. But that didn't matter. He was still going to claim his prize tonight. "You have no idea what your talking about kid." He took hold of a strip of cloth and pushed it into Aladdin's mouth, tying it down tight behind his hair. "That should keep you from screaming too loud. Too bad though. I would have liked to hear those yells." He threw Aladdin to the furs, his grin getting bigger across his large jawed face. "Now lets see how tight you are Aladdin."
Aladdin threw up his hands to stop the press of Sa'luk's weight on him. But the instant the touch began to strain his injury he yelped into the gag, pulling back. "Nooo! No!" he tried to yell. But Sa'luk was right, the gag stopped his voice from being too loud.
"That's it, struggle. I relish the fight." Sa'luk chuckled and spat in his hand, rubbing it against the little entry. He pulled up Aladdin's legs and bent him at the knee, pushing the ankles behind the young man's head. "There you go. Now we won't have to worry about keeping you in the right position. He quickly took the leash to Aladdin's collar and tied his ankles together, ignoring the pained gasps as the hero tried to struggle.
Aladdin felt his body resist as Sa'luk pressed his girth to the moist entry and began to twist his way in. The burning in his skin turned to first as the bulbous head worked past the small circle and sough his cavity. He screeched into the gag and felt his ass resist, tightening to make things worse.
"Damn you've got a clenched ass." Sa'luk complained and grabbed some salve from his private stores. He quickly rubbed some onto himself, not out of concern for Aladdin's body but to help himself slip in faster. He positioned the oddly bound street rat again and this time with a barbaric thrust forced his way inside.
The lubrication only made it worse. With no resistance to work through Aladdin was filled with Sa'luk's thick cock, the sensation of the man's scratchy pubic hard against his rear cheeks. Aladdin froze up for a moment, his body gone rigid. And then the bastard began to buck. His cock slipped in and out, a split second of relief followed by hard stretching in his body. The sensation tore at him as Aladdin bit down on his gag, trying not to make a sound.
"Aladdin?" Sa'luk asked inquisitively. "Where's that spirit I saw earlier?" He laughed in a cruel way and slapped at his buttocks, landing his hand again and again until the cheeks turned red with his imprint. Harder and harder and whipped the exposed flanks as Aladdin jerked and yelped into the gag, pain traveling through his thighs.
OH god…nooo…oh god it's so big! Aladdin felt his little sphincter being pulled as Sa'luk's testicals slapped his spine. The man was unrelenting, pummeling his little hole as it stung and burned. The gel was slippery, it even numbed the pain a little, but that didn't stop the feeling of pulled flesh. It only made it easier to bare.
Sa'luk must have believed it too easy, Aladdin wasn't giving him want he wanted. The low, half pain and half uneasy pleasure he found in most men as he ravaged them. He grabbed Aladdin's hips and changed his angle, thrusting at greater speed and slamming his hips into Aladdin's. "That's it…take it all you little bastard." He grunted and pulled Aladdin down on top of him.
"Nyyyyuuurgh!" Aladdin wailed and felt his hips cramp up from the position he'd been forced into. The bigger man was so deep inside of him now that he could feel it in his stomach. His back hurt with the force of the older mans pummeling. "Ahhhhhnnnnyh!" He called into the gag, his frame unsteady as he was taken.
"Damn your tight street rat." Sa'luk muttered, panting hard. "You feel to be loosened up a bit more to really feel my cock in you." He grinned and slipped his finger down between them, pushing his thumb in along with his girth. Aladdin whined louder, already pushed beyond his limits. How much more could he be made to take. Did Sa'luk mean to ruin his body permanently? If he didn't come soon that was sure to be the only outcome.
Sa'luk too his other hand and tightened the cock restrain around Aladdin's genitals. The young mans erection was already brutally constricted, turning red as the blood rushed to his pelvis. Sa'luk was intent on break him permanently. And if that meant destroying his body, then so be it. Aladdin's head flailed back and he called out, his sphincter loosing firmness and surrendering to the enlarged cock.
The gray man roared with triumph as Aladdin's body gave way to his strength. "There we go, take it all the way inside." He slammed in once again, his lust increased by the ego drive. He could feel a trickling of blood. Cassim's brat was completely his now…
…the blood well up over his pelvis and across his thighs, dripping onto the bed. It spurted out suddenly, covering Aladdin's bound body in red streaks. "What…in…the…" It was only then the Sa'luk felt the pain of a sword through his gut, slicing his muscular body in two.
Sa'luk collapsed on his knees, eyes jutting up to see Cassim's face above him. The old man's visage was twisted in revulsion and hatred for this man. This disgusting man who violated his son. "You filthy pig." Cassim snapped out and raised his blade, pulling it from the hard skin. "I never should have given my son over to you, code or no code." He watched as Sa'luk opened his mouth to hurl a curse and fell to the ground, thick scarlet blood spilling out of his lips.
"Aladdin…" Cassim said and flinched as he saw his son on the furs, bound naked and violated. "Aladdin, my son, I'm so sorry." He whispered and tried to look his boy in the eyes. Aladdin glared back, hate filled and in pain as Cassim touched him, trying to undo the bounds.
His body released, Aladdin sunk to the ground, weak and hurting in a hundred ways. "You…" he said in a wrathful murmur. "Why did you leave me in here so long?" he accused. Cassim reached out to him, his features grave. "Why did you let him…?" Aladdin closed his eyes, tears slipping through his lashes.
"I had no choice Aladdin." He said strongly. "You don't know this way of life. You can't possibly understand…"
"I understand you care more about being the king of thieves than your own son!" Aladdin shouted hoarsely. "I understand you care more about treasure than you ever cared for your family!"
"Shuush!" Cassim insisted. "You must be quiet. The rest of the men are sleeping. We only have a little while to get rid of the body before they wake up. Once that's done, I'll get you back to Agrabah's borders." He stood solemnly, gathering clothing from the floor. "When I get your safely out of here, you can do what you want." He tossed Aladdin a pair of trousers and looked outside the tent, watching carefully for any interlopers. "Hurry up boy!"
Aladdin winced as he tried to stand and gripped the pole for support. He looked down at the dead body of Sa'luk, the sickened feeling in his gut becoming worse as he realized what was coming next.